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Wales PoetryAn Ode On The Death Of Hoelof the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d... The Lament Op Llywarch Hen The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ... The Banks Of The Dee One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... The Withered Leaf Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... The Dawn Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... Concerning The Divine Providence ... My Native Cot The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... |
Taliesin's ProphecyCategory: The Patriotic. A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among, O Cambria! thus thy prophet bard, thy Taliesin sung, The path of unborn ages is trac'd upon my soul, The clouds, which mantle things unseen, away before me roll. A light, the depths revealing, hath o'er my spirit passed; A rushing sound from days to be swells fitful on the blast, And tells me that for ever shall live the lofty tongue, To which the harp of Mona's woods by Freedom's hand was strung. Green island of the mighty! {87a} I see thine ancient race Driv'n from their fathers' realm, to make the rocks their dwelling place! I see from Uthyr's {87b} kingdom the sceptre pass away, And many a line of bards and chiefs, and princely men decay. But long as Arvon's mountains shall lift their sovereign forms, And wear the crown to which is giv'n dominion o'er the storms, So long, their empire sharing, shall live the lofty tongue, To which the harp of Mona's woods by Freedom's hand was strung. Next: The Monarchy Of Britain Previous: The Battle Of Gwenystrad
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